let me feel stimulationi could feel occupationwork you like an identifypress put it that over timecover what you told to meto everything i told to youhope that you do for meand when our lies hope with the goose pleasewrister couple useless seduce me

girl welcome to my bedbaby won't you come hereyou thought it would be easy-sy-sy-sy

sexy i should get to knowrethinking lately girl we can get my physicalwon't your call 773, 773, slow ohhand..closes is all i needfalling off and over knee..your car 773, 77i slow ohh

better now than even laterlet me be your innovatorfeels alright when i'm right with youthey lie if you not the truthmiss costar miss brosieyou got to find that third degreeyou're this high you suppose to beand when i lie slow pop the bottle and the goose pleasetaste up look up a..seduce me and

welcome to my bedbaby won't you come here yeahthought it would be easy-sy-sy-sy

sexy i should get to knowrethinking lately girl we can get my physicalwon't your call 773, 773, slow ohhand..closes is all i needfalling off and over knee..your car 773, 77i slow ohh

okay girl i'm not ham out it down, downokay girl i'm not ham out it down, downokay girl i'm not ham out it down, down'cause i know use your freak fed it out, out

sexy i should get to knowrethinking lately girl we can get my physicalwon't your call 773, 773, slow ohh

i ask you...falling once for you girl, never planned it againlong portion change of chemical blendi'm in love with you know, more than i've ever been again..know why this love will endlady by my side that i can defendi'm swallowing my pride, no need to pretendlife... gradually end.

chorus:i think i'm falling in lovefalling all over againoh, oh, all over girl, all over girli think i'm falling in lovefalling all over againoh, oh, all over girl, all over girl

girl, can't you see the passion in my eyesgenuine, i'm not telling no lies, no lie!love for you will never diealways in my heart forever, i'll be ever...girl, i really wish that i can explainjust know this is more than a sex thingdon't want another girl, don't need a next thingjust to get you girl i take the next plane!

chorus:i think i'm falling in lovefalling all over againoh, oh, all over girl, all over girli think i'm falling in lovefalling all over againoh, oh, all over girl, all over girl

yeahsee, listen up girl,you're looking good all buti gotta make my moneyi gotta have priorities you know

it's a very big world with a lot of bad bitchesbut i ain't never met one like youbut is money to be made and i'm really tryin to get itso baby what i need you to do

hook:bitch you gotta, wait a minute, wait a minutei got no fucking time you gottawait a minute, wait a minute,you see i'm out here on the grind you gottawait a minute, wait a minute,yeah bitch i know you fine but you gottawait a minute, wait a minute, yeah

there's a woman that i love and she gave birth to me in 88it's time from all these bitches all come second to the paper chasenot to sound conceited but i work my fucking assholefor be a dumb motherfucker river let the womentake away from the stack and all of my cash outthat's all, in the story you're good or badand all we're making money is mandatoryso salute the canting when i come through, when i rack the rappinggot money on my mind it's time to make it happenaside from me attraction you ain't shit but the distractionso just seat there and relax while i work on bringin this cashinnow that i got the taste of it, i just can't stay away from itthey made me selling out this is me i'ma make em paper shit

it's a very big world with a lot of bad bitchesbut i ain't never met one like you, like youbut this money to be made and i'm really tryin to get itso baby what i need you to do

hook:bitch you gotta, wait a minute, wait a minutei got no fucking time you gottawait a minute, wait a minute,you see i'm out here on the grind you gottawait a minute, wait a minute,yeah bitch i know you fine but you gottawait a minute, wait a minute, yeah

i need this second, yeah we could work it outwait a minute, get it girl give me some timei'm bout my money on the grind 25 a springsummer winners snow nice sunny oni just need you to be my ride of thatyou know what i'm going getting money is the alibimaybe when i hit a hundred mili i'll be satisfiedto it ..gotta keep it rolling get your camera timehard that gotta hit the road jackwhy you're acting crazy think you need some rosei know how to hold zack, and i know i leave em alone soyou should know who the star girl it's your..

it's a very big world with a lot of bad bitchesbut i ain't never met one like you like youbut this money to be made and i'm really tryin to get itso baby what i need you to do

[hook:]

now ask the world keep revolving and the plan is keep rotatinggot my eyes on the prize and if our only suckers hatini'm posted in the lab man i'm putting in the timeif i'm tryin get the tickets so our stack to get the shineit's people on the sidelines, waiting for a chanceto be here in starting line with the rock up in their handsall i needed was a shot, but nobody up a gameso i got tired awaiting on it and with onenow i'm in the game fuck the fortune and the paindon't get caught up in the pleasant lights and banners switch your nameit's all get today and it's all gone tomorrowand i'm glad you've made it rainin wont' let you come back and borrow

it's a very big world with a lot of bad bitchesbut i ain't never met one like you like youbut this money to be made and i'm really tryin to get itso baby what i need you to do

cole world, the new nat kingif i ain’t the illest nigga, i’m his new vaccinereally more like poison when his new jack swingand my bed is like a deck of cards – two black queensa nigga don’t like me, he just a fucking haterwhat you made last week, i just tipped the fucking waiterwhat that feel like? tell me what that feel like?nigga fuck your twitter, bitches follow me in real life

welcome back, ladies and gentleman, to a brand new season.dreamville, cole world. so much is happening, our time apart. i can’t wait to share it with you all in due time.did you miss me? i know i missed you. can’t believe these niggas ain’t rap on this shit man.

heard niggas got beef, then they see me on the street, and don’t speakheard niggas dropping songs every week, but they weakyeah i heard about your deal, hope they keep the receiptheard niggas out there saying i would be memphis bleekwell, how you feel when that nigga got mills?and you sitting, commenting, discussing on how you feel?bout another nigga shit, or another nigga chipsmeanwhile i’m on the strip, putt puttin’ wit ya bitchcut something in the 6 then dip to 160bitch don’t fuck with me, trust nigga i’m sickcan’t tell me, fuck nigga i’m itwatch thislook, with my heart on my sleeve, i bleed pardon my greedi plead insanity, with a side of vanityhow can it bei blew up singlehandedly, nobody handed me shitgranted though, i planned to be richunderstandably, funny how i talk so candidlyon cameras but won’t holla at family only randomlyafter a few drinks come our realest convosmy handle on my thoughts used to be as ill as rondo’sscreaming fuck whitey, forgetting i’m still mulattoay reverend, will i get to heaven, he said “hell if i know”, shitstay scheming, day dreaming, chain gleamingname should be abe lincoln ‘cause i cannot tell a lie thoughall facts in fact, been all thatbefore kenan and kel swallow the key to my cellwhich means, i got an impossible lock to pickand if you want my spot, you gotta go through lots of shitnigga, cole the truth, you the oppositei be tryna figure out why i cannot commitwith who i’ve known for years, is it hoes or fearmeanwhile she wonder if the one she chose is pureno cure for the cold, rather cole the curethem last lines was more honest than your whole careernigga, you a phony, only got few homiesi prefer lonely, you rap niggas don’t know mestaying to myself, not concerned ‘bout my healthi’m a mothafucka and yo baby mother is a milfcouple years ago they had a nigga sitting on the shelfnow they tell me “man you like the realest shit i ever smelt”they say “boy you got the belt, plus you better than so-and-so”i keep it modest but inside i already know it thoughyea thanks my nigga, yea thanks my niggai deserve but nah this ain’t tank my niggaleave the party like i just robbed a bank my niggabag full of money, fuck yo debate my nigga‘cause two years ago and i ain’t make it, i was pissedbut you care a little less about a list when you rich, niggawhen you rich nigga

but that’s not what we came here for. we didn’t come here to brag; we didn’t come here to boast, to stunt.we just came here to flex. ladies and gentlemen, i appreciate your patience. i assure you, it’ll be well worth the wait. in the meantime, if i can get right back into it though. check it

how many kanye beats do a nigga gotta murderto prove my mind’s further, hater nigga convert hertook kids to carowinds which i’m sure you never heard of‘cause i didn’t tell the news or the fayetteville observeri don’t do it for the press, i’m blessed, i made it outsitting on this plane, my biggest thing to complain aboutsomewhere between yesterday and nowi done lost my jewelry, rollies, chains, almost lost my coolbut see, i just left kids who ain’t got a fucking thing‘cept a lot of fucking problems and a lot of fucking painand here i go bitching ‘cause my jesus piece missinggot a feeling housekeeping finally caught a nigga slippingeyes wide open, they just found a pot of goldnow lil’ julio is somewhere shining on you hoesbut that’s how it goes, fuck it i’m still breathinglike my lil’ nigga jaheim, we here for a reason

that’s my lil’ man jaheim. he said, “cole, can you shout me out on a song?”i was like, “i don’t know man,” but in my mind i knew i would shout him out though, you know

i i ibroke, it took some timeslow pokei finally gave way, when under deeddown flowno longer stearing choosenan autopilot cruisinhaywire, crash, viruspull your tongue out with player dispatch

no longer stearing, lost all controlmanipulation (manipualtion), it won’t let me gothe pain exploded (the pain exploded), the pressure burst (the pressure burst)i drop the wheel (i drop the wheel)heading for the worstheading for the worstheading for the worstheading for the worstheading for the worst

no longer stearing, lost all controlmanipulation (manipualtion), it won’t let me gothe pain exploded (the pain exploded), the pressure burst (the pressure burst)i drop the wheel (i drop the wheel)heading for the worstheading for the worstheading for the worstheading for the worstheading for the worst

i can take you over, permanetlybecause lie is a ropei’m the cripler, chrisand waa

thought you runthought you runwhy shouldn’t i, hold you darlingis a rich like mehas it take it, the time to show itall the things the things you need to livetell it to me slowlyi really want to knowis the time of the season for loving, loving

i wanna love him can’t leave himand like a sugar rush i need himand every time i can’t see himall i think about is me and him

[response from him]i wanna love you can’t leave youand like a sugar rush i need youand every time i can’t see youall i think about is me and you

oh boy, you got my love on lockhey boy, just put your love on toppromise me that you’ll never stopnobody does it better than you (you, you, you)promise me that you’ll never stop‘cause nobody does it better

from the mouths of apes to power of meni’ll make it all new againhold my hand, hold my hand cos i can’t touch the groundthe carousel goes around, round, roundthe addiction, friction, it burns you aliveso illegal, no evil is seen with these eyesi won’t tell if you want it, i will if you wantnothings a secret, don’t care if it’s wrong

doomed from the start, we can’t stay aparteverywhere i turn i’m trapped in your heartthere’s no escape, secrets keep you awakeno running away, no saving the daywild and exciting i’m breaking you downyou’re making a comeback, i’m taking your crownnursery rhymes i sing in my dreamsi’m lost in the woods and you’re baring your teeth

stripped to the waistwe fall into the rivercover your eyesso you don't know the secreti've been trying to hidewe held our breathto see our names are writtenon the wreck of '86that was the yeari knew the panic was over

yes since we found outsince we found outthat anything could happenanything could happenanything could happenanything could happenanything could happenanything could happenanything could

after the war we said we'd fight togetheri guess we thought that's just what humans doletting darkness growas if we need its palette and we need its colourbut now i've seen it throughand now i know the truth

that anything could happenanything could happenanything could happenanything could happenanything could happenanything could happenanything could

baby, i'll give you everything you needi'll give you everything you need, ohi'll give you everything you needbut i don't think i need you

stripped to the waistwe fall into the rivercover your eyesso you don't know the secreti've been trying to hidewe held our breathto see our names are writtenon the wreck of '86that was the yeari knew the panic was over

yes since we found outsince we found outthat anything could happenanything could happenanything could happenanything could happenanything could happenanything could happenanything could

[dizzee rascal]today’s the greatest day of my lifetoday they’re gonna know i’m a starthey better know i ain’t having a bari’m gonna take it to the next level foot on the pedali’m goin for the gold medal got my hand on my heartand i swear down i’m gonna go harduntil i’m dearly departedi’m so excitedi think it’s bout time i had a little celebration and you’re all invitedi couldn’t give a damn not even the slightestmy swags on point and my flows the tightesti’ll never sell my soul god helped me write thisplus i know what a fight isi been through the strugglein and out of troublecouple of close callsbut you can’t hear the pain anymore in my vocalsit ain’t even because of the pro toolsin total i feel so complete with life its sweetyou gotta scream

[pepper]scream it from your heartfeel it from your soulscream it from your heartif you mean itfeel it from your heartscream it from your soulfeel it from your heartif you need it

[dizzee rascal - verse 2]i feel like rocky on the stepsi coulda drowned in the blood and the sweatbut instead i show the world i don’t peta world wide athletic champion on decknobody can’t mess with my repnah i’m a seasoned vetand i’m the best i’m as good as it getsi’m the champion nowso i don’t care who they call nexti’ve earned my respectnow they’re loving the way i flexrun up in the offices they’re writing a major chequeso it doesn’t matter about the butterflies in my solar plexnever the nervous wreckcool and calmkeep sharp and focused and stay out of harmplus i can’t be rockedyou know i’m far too hot to be given the dropstay better then i’m never gonna give up the top spoti’m keeping the spot lockedi’m throwing the keys now everybody sing with mescream

scream it from your heartfeel it from your soulscream it from your heartif you mean it (scream)feel it from your heartscream it from your soulfeel it from your heartif you need ithaaaaaahaaaa ahhhhhhaaaaaahaaaa ahhhhh

[verse 3]boy it’s lonely at the topbut it’s overcrowded at the bottomand where i come from’s overly rotteni’m from the east side i ain’t forgottenbut it’s bigger than thatworld wide peoples livin is wackit’s bigger than grime and bigger than rappeople living in crapno fresh water out of the tapplus they’re being attacked what kinda living is thatlook anywhere in the maptoo many young boys stuck in the traptoo many young boys running round strappedready to claptoo many young girls fall in the gapthey’re fallin for chat from dumb cats that need to fall backthink about life cause there ain’t no re runno dvd no second seasonwhen you’re the future flame maybe you could be onetill then let chorus be sungscream

look at me, pathetic niggathis chain that i bought, greed, pain and fame this a heinous resultlet these words be the colors i’m just paintin’ my hearti’m knee deep in the game and it ain’t what i thoughtcopped the range rover my girl got the mercedesiced out crazy i wanna shine like babycompared to that nigga i ain’t even got a bib yettruth be told i ain’t even bought a crib yetthis is everything they told a nigga not to doimage is everything i see, it got a lot to dowith the way that people perceive, and what they believemoney short so this jewelry is like a weave? and hear niggas say i see younow bitches wanna fuck you and niggas wanna be youand police wanna stop you, frisk you, wonder what he doif a hater snatch a chain i bet it still won’t free youcause i’ll be right back grinding till i cop anotheri sit and think ’bout all the shit i could’nt cop my mothermy partner say that’s just a game my niggathats what i heard my jeweler say ? chain my nigga

this is chaining daychaining day, my chaining daythis is my chain todaymy last piece, i swearmy guilt heavy as this piece i wearthey even iced out jesus’ hairmy last piece, i swearthey even iced out jesus’ hairiced on this white jesus, seem a little unholyreal strange thing about this iced out rollieit’s the same shit a broke black nigga get gassed atthe same shit a rich white mo’fucka laugh atwell laugh on white man, i ain’t paid as youbut i bet your rims ain’t the same age as youand i ain’t got no investment portfoliobut my black and white diamonds shinin’ like a oreoi know back home where niggas sit todayyou rock a chain and they always got some shit to sayeven back when i was broke i knew his shit was fakehe’d prolly sneeze too hard and his shit could breakbut hey, you know the sayin’, “fake it ’til you make it”me, i did the opposite, made it then i faked itand acted like i gave a fuck, money i was savin’ upthen copped a crib thats gated till that hundred racks, i gave it up

we getting closer and closer now, just you and iwe touching slow, we letting gowe getting closer and closer now, just you and iwe can keep it between usnobody has to know (multimillo records)

{chris brown}i’ve been looking for you for a while nowoh and i, i just can’t get you out of my mindso mama just hold my hand and move your bodyi’m your man, i need your bodycan i take you there? oh ohcan i take you there? oh ohand you can be the love of my life

{wisin y yandel}we getting closer and closer now, just you and iwe touching slow, we letting gowe getting closer and closer now, just you and iwe can keep it between us, nobody has to know

{t-pain}man, i gotta get to hershe’s the only one i want up in my crib, oh my cribcause i think i fit with herand i don’t think she knows how beautiful she is, oh she isand when the moon comes up and the mood it feels right, we goand what we do between us, we do it all nightand she knows, yeah (la gerencia)

{wisin y yandel}there’s something about you that i likesomething so captivatingfeels like your body belongs right next to mine

[verexplainse 1: royce da 5'9"](today’s agenda) riding with ? sisterspistol on hip, hip to your pistolthe day i bow down to a bitch will be the day i throw a bottle at rihanna inside a strip clubleave the booth just to leave a tooth floating around inside of your pimp cupwhat goes around comes around in the form of karmanah, that’s probably just me riding around your town in a fiskerpenning a rhyme equivalent to a winning lottery ticketuh, fresh of that weight scale, living a crooked heaven on earthgiving them straight hellkick in the door of them awards, wondering where are we sittingniggas with tight jeans looking like where are they fittingbeware of they writtensit’s parallel to an arab sitting in the terrorist cockpit heading for hell’s kitcheni talk greasier than harold’s chickendon’t cross me i leave scales tippingi’m coming (fresh off that weight scale, fresh off that weight scalefresh off that, fresh off that, fresh off that weight scale)

my bitch curvy as a persian virgin’s featuresshe here to serve me, she here to disturb the reaperi keep bank, speak frankless, word to arizai’m fly as a bird and high as the burg’s khalifai ride with kings, y’all ride with fiendsyou fraudulent niggas remind me of a ponzi schemeone of y’all niggas was probably cool in schoolthe rest of y’all niggas was clowns, we should call you the fonzi teami’m hate-proneniggas listen like ain’t this about a bitch like a drake song ‘cause my cake longso stay strong ‘cause your bitch giving me cheekbonelike grace jones using my dick like a payphonebut she ain’t getting the call backshe getting the ball sack, hitting the jaw just where we parked atquick as a car jack, i ain’t tryna be funnyi’m tryna be missionary lying on top of my moneyi’m coming (fresh off that weight scale)

[verse 2: crooked i](today’s agenda) what the fuck would i stop forknowing i need more guap stored in my sock drawerthey want an encore when the flow is at mach fourking of the jungle no lying, i let the glock roarand this bulletproof vest is irrelevanti’m telling them look at your melon, i’m nailing a shell in itand the shell is moving right through your melon into your skeletonthen the felon is belling the same pitch the fella was yelling andpolice sirens respond to heat firing, i’ma keep firingi’ma flee, i’ma be quiet, i’m a g, i’m a beat tyrantfrom long beach and i’m east sidei oughta, bury you artists like an artifactserious as a heart attack, dodger hat, slaughter tatsroger that, all the rap, that’s mecan’t believe ice never thought of that, who the fuck brought it back(fresh off that weight scale, fresh off that weight scalefresh off that, fresh off that, fresh off that weight scale)fresh off that weight scalei guess i’m canibus and kool moe dee, ‘cause it’s hard for me to take l’si’m tryna make more cake than a bake saletell the jakes i’ma make bail then escape ‘cause i hate jailall these rappers saying they spitting hard rapsbefore i buy that shit, show me the barfaxi got a tongue like a sharp axi got a ton of rhymes flyer than anything launching off tarmacsthis is how real it iswhen i ghostwrite for niggas, i’m speaking through them, i’m really just a ventriloquista iller lyricst, a hint of ignorancea pinch of militant, a perfect description of what this nigga ispull out a scale and weight cdsthen distribute it to the fans ‘til they need mei’m a drug dealer so put out an apbthe same shit that gave these 80s babies add

[verse 3: joell oritz](today’s agenda) pyrex sit in the kitchen feeling your eye sweatgripping your wrist and watching that pie stretchpitching to different niggas for figures, never slipping5-0 tripping, i dip on them through the projectsdope boy mindset, gotta get this moneyapply the same grind to this rhyme shit? pick a pad, pick a pen, pick a trackpick a flow, i pick it apart like a locksmith digging in his nosesit in the park with the dre’s on, ? gone, heavy to eight longput brains on pre-k, the shell is a crayonman i’m just tryna write, please leave me alone‘cause i ain’t tryna fight, i’m a different iron mikebite your ear with a syllable, lay a hook that’ll finish youthrowing jabs at you little dudes, my opponents get rid of youhit my corner and listen to eminem, cook and ?while joey fucking the ring girl and this fight is unfixable, uhyou rocking with a bqe boy[that bb, qzqs and bb kings with d-boy?]today’s agenda, flame contendersand have they dame giving brain to they favorite member, yaowa(fresh off that weight scale)

[verse 4: joe budden](today’s agenda) diary of a mad manmachete joe ? here i amain’t gotta lie, what you see is what you get, ain’t nothing modifiedme, i give them the same song, go check with spotifydon’t get the context wrong, i’m the same gspending old money, y’all swear it was the same gyea these model hoes cute and entertain meand though i let them go to the head, they never change mefar from innocentyour favorite rapper got a head nod before he approached and check my temperamenti wake sleepy hollow, should of done a ct scango to colorado right now and watch batmanso my dad think i’m styling, how wheni’m everything he’d be if these new drugs was out then? homes, rolling stonebut how i wouldn’t let a stone roll, wonder why i’m stone coldproblem child to aggravated adultgot bad cards but i ain’t blaming my hand, it’s logici hate jewelry and authority the sameso how the fuck you think i feel about a chain of command, i’m sayingi tell you how you different from iyou always hugging the block, i kiss it goodbyesober, my last drinking game started with truth or dareand ended with me thinking a nameso y’all call it out of control, i’m confused whento think that you in something to me is the illusionthere’s your answer, [verbal smash cancer?]now the strip club is a basement, i just came in with some dancershouse gang, the clan made itused to be scared of ?, thought the klan made itjoey the fan favoritelove then hate it both ‘cause i can’t fake itand if i did i would never telli said that all wrong, y’all would never telli keep the mindfuck tucked for the jezzebelleeven if they help make it shit would never fail